Envelopes coming in the mail, lemme open them - hoping for a check again, ain’t no telling, when I’m driving to the store, keep the hand sanitizer in my jacket, bitch - ain’t no telling, homeboy told me he ain’t got no more toilet paper - ask for some help, I’ll always help him, I been at home all night, all day, when will I get to climb again? Ain’t no tellin…no telling… ain’t no telling… no telling, yeah - ain’t no telling, Worst case, I been planning for the worst case, hoping that it’s better around the time it hit my birthday, heard me? And I’m only on the third day, figured I could kill the time with some wordplay, they see I climb, and they hating that… they say I’m white - I ain’t really black, I’m looking at me on the ‘Gram like “I’m really that! Goddamn - I’m the man, and I’m peeling caps!” I got a bucket that’s full of rice, I’ll take the quarantine to get it right, yeah, I’ll give you boys a shot, and you’ll fucking fail, you’ll be like, “You was in quarantine? We couldn’t tell,” dog, free weight - I’m bout to lift with it… gimme the hangboard, I’ll get to gripping it, I ain’t gotta send it, but fuck it, somebody gotta send it hate if someone else did it - fuck, I may as well get it - damn! (Chorus) Yeah - y’all soft as a core shot rope, I’m halting y’all like a doorstop - broke the hinges off - this a shortstop throw, you couldn’t decode a thought from the blots of my Rorschach notes, you niggas watch while I go chock-full, covered in chalk - this is all individual, physical, rock climbing hard is a ritual…I mean you heard about the sends I been doing, now you bout to get visual… told you when I got here, I’ma be the top peer on the top pier, it’s all year… I mean, besides James Mower, Devin got the biggest arms here! What’s the word these days? Bunch of overhyped lames, talking sends they ain’t got yet? Bunch of out-of-season bunnies fucking off-season bros over last season’s projects? All the climbers that you vouch for, finna be up in the house, boy - we locked up! And even if the team was Rock Candy, I could never see another squad trying to block us… (Chorus) I gotta jump over these obstacles - anything’s possible, yeah? Things are not optimal, but I could always be sick in the hospital - yeah… Niggas get quarantined, think they can jump a V-grade - let’s be logical, yeah? Turnt up on whiskey, I listen to Coltrane, got work in the kitchen like whipping up cocaine, my vendetta personal, my precision is surgical - will I be merciful? Ain’t no telling, How long will I be stuck in fucking quarantine with cans of pork and beans? Ain’t no telling, I’ve been rock climbing a minute, and it’s plenty niggas out there really think they great, claim that they dura like Sharma - I’ll go Adam Ondra - beat them with my pinky strength - oh, my…

(Chorus) I got enemies - got a lot of enemies, all the social distancing is draining all my energy, trying to take the send from a nigga, run out to the end, then pray for your nigga I got hoes in real life trying to fuck up my day, fuck staying inside - that ain’t part of my day, I got real-ass projects in the Red River Gorge, I got niggas saying they already got on “The Force,” I planned two trips a month - 30 weekends in total - now I’m stuck up in the house, but I’m still getting older, I got gym niggas that I gotta act like I like, but my acting days are over - fuck them niggas for life… (Chorus) I got enemies - got a lot of enemies, got a lot of cruxes trying to drain me of my energy - they trying to take the send from a nigga, run out to the end, then pray for your nigga Talk shit - I love white women, I don’t give a fuck I bought this one a lock, I bought this one a rope, I bought this one some chalk, I bought this one some more, I keep buying gas so we can make it down to the ‘Lode, I got bitches asking me about the beta for the parking lot, so we can roll out like the Autobots, and show me pictures of they sends, just to tell me they ain’t really send! Ex-girl got the same version of Jeep I stay skirting in, but that ain’t too disturbing to me, I hear everybody talking about V13, I got high hopes for you niggas - we gon’ see! I got money at Miguel’s, so all my niggas can eat, ‘bout to call it in ahead, cause I got somewhere to be, I hear fairy tales ‘bout the members coming for me, well put your shoes on, nigga - we gonna see! (Chorus) I got enemies, got a lot of enemies, got a lot of cruxes trying to drain me of my energy, they trying to take the send from a nigga, fucking with a 6, so pray for your nigga, Nah - fuck all of you niggas - I ain’t finished, you don’t wanna hear me say “it’s a go,” you don’t wanna try to send a Horse Pens V4, I got real ones living in the New River Gorge, I got real ones with me everywhere that I go - I’m trying to tell you - I got enemies, got a lot of enemies every time I see you, something wrong with your memory, trying to send “The Wave” on you niggas, so tired of saving all you niggas, man! (Chorus)

(Chorus) 10 sends, 50 sends, 100 sends - fuck it, man; let’s just not even discuss it, man - OMG…niggas sleep up in quarantine, let ‘em sleep…I ain’t tripping - let ‘em rest in peace, I can tell you how it happened… tell you bout us stealing palettes for our firewood in Alabama I can tell you not a rapper, cause when somebody mentions freestyling, I’m the only one that’s rapping, who you with? Who’s your team? Nigga, I ain’t even start climbing till I turned 19, new girl loving how we got it made… my ex asked me where I’m moving, I say “on to harder grades,” bitch (Chorus) 10 sends, 50 sends, Horse Pens, fuck it, man; let’s just not even discuss it, man - OMG…niggas sleep - I ain’t tripping, I’ma let them sleep, let them work on they V3’s I’m the type to go to SoILL with Noah and Ani, go again next weekend with the Sipahimalanis, check the weather in two weeks, and I’m hoping it’s colder, LRC, then pay a visit to Hospital Boulders, climbing buddies from DC trying to go to Chicago, in the summer, visit Kelsie up in Colorado, I got boxes of free Dragos cause I’m representing Scarpa, “how much they go for retail?” How the fuck should I know? Man, I told my project I’d be gone till November, then November came, then I came back strong, ready for V8, V6 God, y’all can keep the drugs, homey - I’m okay, 6 God, sharing Friction Labs, keeping all my tape, they got me feeling like the one again, they got me feeling like the one again, shout goes out to Fed-Ex - sending everything, I need a signature to confirm I did the line pure (Chorus) (x2) 10 sends, 50 sends, 100 sends - fuck it, man; let’s just not even discuss it, man - OMG…quarantine - I ain’t tripping, I ain’t finna sleep…I’ma work on my PT, nigga I been in the crib with the phone off, I been in the house taking no calls, I done hit a stride, got my shit going, PT training with the wrist motion, man hang boards, I don’t know what time it is, I’m still trying to do a 9 this year, I could never, ever let the streets down, haven’t left the house for like a week now, man…

Burning on a 6 with my woes, counting projects, you know how it goes… pray the real live forever, man... pray these gumbies get exposed, I want that V9, and then I swerve… I want that 5.13 just to hurt them… I ain’t got Solution, that’s on purpose, niggas start out strong - they don’t deserve it, I don’t like how serious you take yourself, I always take rest days - I don’t hurt myself injuries, man - I ain’t got no time for that, Grades are numbers - that shit don’t define me, man that shit don’t define me, man, that shit don’t define me, man I know a nigga named Brody Sipos, he turned me on to these climbing cyphers, only was working that nine-to-fiver, then went to coaching up Shae and Piper, then Andrew Gearing was my new director, damn…that was like two years before I became a head setter, like way before making that cheddar… I was climbing on a six with my woes… (Chorus) I was climbing on a six with my woes… you know how that shit go, you know how that shit go, you know how that shit go - climbing on a six with my woes… you know how that shit go, you know how that shit go, you know how that shit go, can’t fuck with them niggas - they international Woah… yeah, but you know how that shit go, my nigga told me “be rational - you gotta train all the time to be smashing them” - woah…dreaming of grabbing stone, …yeah, I’m sick of this plastic holds, I might declare it a holiday just so your boy can get back on the road!… …yeah, but you know how that shit go, these people acting irrational - don’t wanna patch it up, they wanna smash it up - Woah! I mean, bro, I can’t even go to the grocery store without niggas that’s tripping and bitching and packing carts with toilet paper - like 24 rolls! Do y’all even watch the news? Look at these dudes, I mean, do you ever consider the ramifications of leaving your house - might be making more patients - like no! Anyway, I’m turning into a nigga that think about women and sending like 24/7, with rapping and writing these lyrics they biting, I flow! And you know! (Chorus)

I’m up first - I’m tied in; scared as shit - I’m gonna send, can’t pretend I’m not nervous, but I’ll make this route my bitch, When you pull on me, you can tell a nigga backpack, I’m too good with these trails, I don’t ever backtrack, if I die, all I know is I’m a motherfucking legend - I’m a black climbing setter - I’m the only nigga sending, oh my God, oh my God, if I climb, I’m a legend oh my God, oh my God, if I climb, I’m a legend I’m on verse, I’m on holds; got a girl - she cold as shit, used to work, used to climb on ropes but now she bouldering, every day, I was struggling on learning how to send, on my way, money got these women naked on belay, way up north, packed in Honda Accords, they don’t know who we are, fuck them all - they only gym rats, climbing shit cause it got stars right or wrong, I want to get strong - send “Tennessee Thong,” you don’t know where you gotta go, I got that shit mapped out strong, When you pull up on me, tape and pre-wrap in the backpack, I’m too good with these routes, I don’t ever backtrack, all I know, if I climb, I’m a motherfucking legend - I’m a black climbing setter - I’m the only nigga sending, oh my God, oh my God, if I climb, I’m a legend oh my God, oh my God, if I climb, I’m a legend I’m the one…one…why do I feel like the only one? Probably cause I’m the only one…black climbing setter - the only one, yeah, you know what’s up…I been on for a minute now - ascending and descending - defending the pennant, grinning while I’m winning, and intending to call off all the contending now… and I, I just can’t pretend, seen too much, it’s so hard believing that you sent V10, I can’t change - this shit set in stone, been climbing too long, and you don’t know where you gotta go, I got that shit mapped out strong, When I pull up on it, nigga - tuna in a backpack, I’m too good with this food, I don’t ever backtrack, all I know, if I climb, I’m a motherfucking legend - it’s too late for your city - I’m the only nigga sent it, oh my God, oh my God, if I climb, I’m a legend oh my God, oh my God, if I climb, I’m a legend - I’m the one...

I’ll admit it, I’ll admit it… Light it up like a photon, let a nigga get his coat on, then I’m bout to turn the phone on - it’s game over when the crew get together like Voltron, we bout to hit them with the work, huh? We bout to hit up Leavenworth, huh? Dog, I’ll admit, I love stunting on niggas that I used to climb with in the gym, - I’m the worst, boy Nigga, why don’t you admit it - you haven’t sent a route in like a minute… but now you on Facebook, talking bout quarantine gonna help you get the business, I be sipping on a Guinness, putting records in the Guinness, while you niggas getting wrecked on all the sixes, don’t be jealous cause a black man in the gym, running laps on you for his fitness, I’ll admit it, I’ll admit it, you too worried bout the pictures, …everything you do on Snapchat, and the ‘Gram, everybody is a witness, I’ll admit it, I’ll admit it, I’m ridiculous with pinches… like I’m grabbing on my girl’s ass cheek, and don’t worry - she consented… she’ll admit it - she’ll admit it, we be rolling swishers, doing sixes, she got it packed it like a suitcase… and we bout get to tripping, take off like an airbase, in the airwaves, said her momma and her daddy out of their place, and she wanna get railed like a staircase, I think I got a rare case… I’ll admit it, I’ll admit it… you got too many projects on the tick list, I got one route, and it’s my route, and nobody else can send it, you admit it, you admit it, your fingers ain’t fucking with the crimping and just like every single other thing that I climb, you can do it when I’m finished, I’m bout to hit you with the facts, man: you was crushing hard routes back when Courtney Sanders still had Daniel Wood’s last name… goddamn, that changed! This ain’t a time to relax, man, it’s time for acting, working out core, arm, leg, back, man, and that’s the end of the rapping, now I’m bout to get ghost like Pac-Man! Niggas couldn’t make it up on this side, I’m not new to this… coming from the motherfucking Red, right? I’m not new to this… Came to Oregon from the midwest side, I’m not new to this… I’m not new… I’m not new… Niggas don’t know bout this, right? But we gotta do the shit right, that’s on everything… I’m really bout to put this work in, then come back and do everything… my only motivation is the music that I’m playing right now… and I don’t give a fuck about what anybody saying right now…

When you get to where I’m at, you ain’t gotta remind them who the fuck you is, only black setter on the Oregon map, so y’all know exactly when the trouble hits, I ain’t here to play games - you here to maintain, I’m here to train for the “Hate” and to slay eights, and all my motherfucking homies do the same thing, I’ll tell you what - life ain’t changed! Way more throw-to-pinch than throw-to-crimp, so intense, goals fixed, always on my Game of Thrones shit, go Imp, imitate those pimps that go flow sick on those grips, used to dream one day, it would appear, now I’m seeing strength when I’m staring in the mirror, looking at myself like “there it is there,” like, “there it is there, man!” Y’all just jealous, understand? Goddamn, I be feeling like the man like Amanda or Jimmy Webb with a crimp in his hand, don’t wanna see me pull back and handle it! Bring her the bedroom, okay - to the van, but still the shit is candlelit, and I got a brand new fan to cool while we glamp in the ranch at Horshoe Canyon, with Dan in it! (Chorus) I ain’t social distanced in a little while - it’s gon’ take some getting used to… been a minute since I projected a V5 - that’s gon’ take some getting used to… climbing up the ladder to the V9’s do them till it’s what I’m used to, and I’ve noticed since the numbers steady getting high, they don’t love me like they used to, man… When you get to where I’m at, contact strength the only thing you need, so while you niggas hang on the campus boards, I got V7 solely on technique, let it simmer - the facts ain’t gonna differ, I’m symphonic, rap game Hans Zimmer on gin and tonic; did all it while reading up on hydroponics, I’m that great - y’all bitter? Y’all’s rap’s only sorta fly, shows regular as Rigby & Mordecai, I got the rap stronghold fortified, come at me, I commit a lyrical homicide, you got friends, but, they can’t hang, at the crag, shooting off at an AK’s pace, yeah, I ate, no thanks, but between us I been living off tuna and Wheat Thins eight days straight - I hit a wall - need a beer and a vacay - great, I got a flapper, hand me that tape, I need to be that patient - wanna see that 8…”Pretty Hate Ma- chine” is gonna hate my face, I can’t wait, man… Oh, no…we got another climber out here claiming that he stronger than the D-Dab… but oh, dog, every time he pull a pocket, hear a pop and headed straight for the rehab! (Chorus)

If you were worried bout where, I been or who I saw or, what crag I go to with the homies, baby, don’t worry - you know that they got me… Booming in the south like I was Dru Mack, sending like I’m Dru Mack - 2 projects, and they going down like I’m. like I’m Dru Mack, Devin is the new black, sipping on a Stella, boy, and I just got my groove back - essential with the credentials; come through your city in a a rental - never a Benz, though - Kia Sorento, I’m into physical, mental, fatal attractions, I don’t care if she bad - she better be active, no hype - shit, if she don’t like it, I send her right back, I never want a girl with thigh gap - that shit is frightening, I knew you would end up like this - fucking side chick, young, but I’m sending V6, you working 5.6… (Hook) Young, but I’m sending V6, you working 5.6 (x2) Young, but I’m sending every single motherfucking thing I’m on; you got it wrong, I’m here to rap on niggas’ songs, not hit the bongs, I got these women wearing thongs, they know I’m gone, might fuck around and give the dong to Nia Long, I mean - I’m back on this for real, got mass appeal, I’m feeling happy like Pharrell, I’m gonna sell...Hoosier Heights, and can’t you tell, we’re doing well? Y’all must not know bout Owen Bales, Ale Appel, I mean - I’m back on this for me, I didn’t do this fucking tape for the IFSC or USAC; I am not trying to come off strong, we winning comps, no need to fight this - young, but I’m sending V6, you working 5.6! (Hook)

Oh, man… Oh, man - oh, man… Not again… I’m not a gangster like my daddy - I’m in love with cragging, back to back like I’m training endurance with the Dragon, back to back like Obama in 2012 election, back to back like I’m double-clipping all my protection - oooh…very distorted and very demented, I got a team that’s really strong - ain’t no need for pretending, but they stay complaining bout their diamonds… …you shoulda finished them on time, then! I wanna see my niggas go insane, you gonna make me buy bottles for Jessi Haynes, you in trouble if you are in B or A, I got Eliza and Noah - Piper and Shae, we trained six months, nigga - where y’all at? We been doing our strength circuit - cardio, abs, I’m not sure what it was that made you think y’all bad, but I heard this is all I gotta do to make y’all dab, I mean, ohhh…came to Divisionals - you know what’s up, sitting by your systems, getting shoulder rubs, this for y’all that think that I don’t climb enough, y’all just mad that I’m the setter with the Midas touch, you love it, then you do it for the fun of it… you bet that we gonna keep it on some 100 shit… where you gonna get before the pump hits? Nico ain’t the one that you wanna be roping up with, yeah, your crimping fingers turn to chicken wingers, yeah, you getting bodied in the semis, nigga! I’m not the type of nigga usually talking shit, but… shouts to all my squad, killing the division! Make sure you hit 'em with the prenup! …yeah, tell that to Eliza, I sent another one, I sent another one, you still ain’t even heard about the other ones, I ain’t gonna hear about you ever again, cause I don’t really care about individual sends, you niggas playing checkers - this is chess with a pen, I been acting so offensive, man - they better defend… ohhh…you need better breathing, better technique training for a better season, the point I’m trying to make is mine don’t really need it, and all that confidence is how you get defeated - see, a great team, and a nice flow, could teach a technique class with my eyes closed, that’s why I’m running back and forth up in the ISO, and when they hit the stage before they go, man I might go please, check them for a harness and a chalk bag, please, check them for a water and a snapback, please, breathe before you come through the gate, son - we’ll see who’s a real crusher and who ain’t one, please…better be ready for the battle day, I’m talking Jon Parker and Adam Hathaway, Anna, Ale, Owen Bales, Noah Seidl, Big Noah, Will, Prasad, Kate and Nico the God, and they gonna ask if I can play the shit back to back… yeah, they want it back to back, I’ma ask if they can win the shit back to back, I took a break from music, now it’s back to that, nigga!

I been thinking bout why I ain't get that Rockhouse tank, I been thinking bout the people that I let in my space, I was at the top of “Hippocrite” the other day, thinking bout it had been four years since I tried a 12a, I guess that Devin’s on some different shit, better folks I’m tripping with, no pressure, cause all the power helped me finish it, I doubt it - that any talent is as sick as this, count it…I’m Mary Mallon with the penmanship, Jimmy Fallon with the quickest wit, hot as hell, but AC with the Ridiculist, not to mention, my girl a queen like Daenerys is - one of many reasons for my unbearable arrogance, the only king with nothing as my inheritance, perilous with the utensil - pencil - flow is menstrual, it’s the instrumental minstrel, what I pen is mental, y’all just in the stencil - nothing is original…advice for you younger dudes: anytime that you be coming through, talking ‘bout your hardest sends, asking us who done it too, that’s just an easy way to see you got something to prove, cause real niggas don’t flex, you still know they big - you ain’t gotta show your dick every time you to go piss…that’s just a metaphor I use for clues - worry about having a show before you focus on the showmanship, 6…